My favorite chapter in “The House on Mango Street” was “My name.” This chapter means something to me because I relate to it. Esperanza doesn’t like her name, neither do I. She almost hated her name more than she hated Mango Street. At least growing up. We both inherited our names from our great grandmothers. Esperanza states, “At school they say my name funny as if the syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof of your mouth.” (Cisneros 11) We both learned to love our names later on in life. An important theme in this story is identity.
One person that had a substantial influence on me is my older brother. In his teenage years, he wasn’t really a good kid. He was always getting into trouble and up to no good. He didn’t end up graduating high school, he dropped out. Although, yesterday is ancient history. He influences me because he is always positive. He taught me it’s okay to make mistakes in life, you can always fix them. He got a good job and started taking life and working seriously. He actually got a really good job that supports him well. Even without a degree. This is very influential. Seeing my brother get in trouble all the time made me into a decent kid, not great, not bad, decent. I made mistakes too, but I corrected them right away. Not later on in life. I did good in school. I decided to go to college. I got in trouble, but that’s life. One time my brother just randomly bought my mom her favorite flowers. It was just out of kindness. This shows he is a good person, despite all the mistakes he’s made in the past.
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